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INTERVIEW with Amber Bardan author of Didn’t I Warn You? ~ Giveaway

18 Apr

I’m so glad you dropped by the blog today 🙂 Please help me welcome author Amber Bardan for her first visit to our little corner of the internet. Amber has agreed to take a comfy seat and answer a few questions about herself and her book Didn’t I Warn You? I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her as much as I did.

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her awesome giveaway!

Let’s get started …

What five words best describe you?

Dreamer. Optimist. Emotional. Scatterbrained. Empathetic. Protective.
What did you have for breakfast?

Coffee…at least it wasn’t wine.
lol…very true. We have to refrain until at least lunch time, right? What’s the one question you’re asked most often when it comes to your writing?

It’s usually how do I come up with ideas? The ideas are the easy part for me—I have a mountain of concepts. It’s focusing on one (the right one) that’s the trick!
So true! I love choosing character names. Tell us how you came up with your character’s names in Didn’t I Warn You?

There’s no rule I have for naming characters, sometimes I write the entire outline and detailed plot without naming anyone. Sometimes I pluck names from thin air. However, with Didn’t I Warn You I named the characters with the same painstaking care I named my children with.

These characters were special and they required special names.

For Haithem, I spent hours with my Arabic friend, coming up with names, and searched baby name websites for weeks. I’d never give him a clichéd name, and I wanted it to be symbolic. The first time I saw the name Haithem, I thought it was beautiful. When I read the various meanings which included handsome, well-endowed, and desired by women, it was fate!

For Angelina, I always knew Haithem would call her Angel—not just for the sake of a cute pet name, there’s a real play on the ideas of good and bad in the book and it’s a dichotomy that is explored by the characters and in their relationship, and the name Angelina fit that beautifully.
How do you feel about writing love scenes?

Love scenes are the easiest part for me to write. I write them as though no one will read them which allows me to be uninhibited. It’s the more complex aspects of the relationship, and how the sex amplifies and develops the emotional connection, that I tend to agonize over.
What’s the one scene from your book that stands out in your mind as being your favorite to write?

There are a few scenes in Didn’t I Warn you which shattered me to write. The conflict scenes between Haithem and Angelina oddly have been my favorite. It’s the conflict scenes where their true colors are revealed. There’s one particular scene where Haithem thinks Angelina has betrayed him, both characters are pushed to breaking, and at the end of it they both discover a side of each other they never knew was there.
Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?

I’m working on Don’t Lie To Me, book three in the Bad For You series, which features a new couple.
RANDOM FUN: FINISH THIS SENTENCE…
My toothbrush is clean.

Dessert should always happen.

My favorite movie is Practical Magic.

I don’t think I’d ever try competitive sports.

When I drive I usually listen to music.

Thanks for sitting down with us, Amber, and for being a good sport!

 

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DIDN’T I WARN YOU
Bad for You #1
Amber Bardan
Releasing
April 18th, 2016 (Digital), May 24th (Print)
Carina Press
April 18th, 2016 (Digital), May 1st 2016 (Print)
Harlequin Australia
Not everything dangerous is bad. From the moment Angelina laid eyes on him, she fell into a fantasy. Mysterious, foreign, gorgeous, Haithem offered her what she needed most—a chance to feel again.

But Haithem is much more than he appears to be. He lives in a world of danger where everything comes at a price.

For Angelina, that price is her future. 

He’s made sure the life she’s left behind is in tatters. Made her family believe she’s dead. Still, he talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe, but she can’t distinguish his truth from his lies. She can’t separate her pleasure from his betrayal.
Haithem warned her. He told her he’d make her heart race, her body come alive and her most primal needs rush to the surface. His for the taking.

He didn’t say she’d come to love the devil who’s destroying her, even as he keeps her prisoner.

EXCERPT

“I swear—you never existed. I never met you at all.”

His gaze flicked to my touch, and stuck there as though the touching of him was not something that was usually done. His expression shivered and whatever I thought I saw vanished. He rose to his feet. “I’m afraid a promise made under duress is no promise at all.”

“What do you mean, duress?” I leaped off the bed.

He strode for the door. Apparently, he thought our conversation was over. Pity—I wasn’t done. I followed him onto the deck.

Salty air swept hair across my face.

“It’s not as if you’ve threatened me, so I’m not under duress.”

He paused, pushed the notepad into his pocket and turned. “You think someone has to hold a gun to your head for you to be helpless?” His movements changed, went sharp yet somehow also slinky. He walked—not to me but around me. “I have all the power, all the say. And you—” he pointed his finger directly at me “—you, Angel, are a scared girl who wants to go home.”

His words whipped me like lashings from the wind. Painful, cutting lashes that made me want to cry. He stalked me, closing his circle just as surely as a shark. My veins spurted adrenaline, instinct compelling me to run.

But I didn’t run. That would break the dubious politeness he’d affected, and this small glimpse at what lay underneath was enough to shake the skin around me.

There was nowhere to run. He’d catch me, and—god help me—I might even enjoy it.

I might enjoy something so real and so raw as being caught, even if it hurt. No polite control. Nothing proper or respectable. Just real.

He walked and walked, round and around. My neck strained to keep up with him. I couldn’t drop my gaze, couldn’t let him out of my peripheral vision.

“You owe me nothing. I expect nothing from you. I trust no promises from you.” His voice softened, whispered around me from what felt like all directions. He stopped directly behind me, his hands coming down on my shoulders so I couldn’t turn. “But this doesn’t have to be a nightmare. It doesn’t have to be a trap or a prison.” He pulled me back against him, and suddenly his arms were around me and the beast was gone, replaced instead by a comforting protector.

My pulse jumped. How quickly he could change.

“This isn’t fair. For that, I owe you, and I always honor my debts.”

I’d slipped into hyperawareness—of the arm around my waist, the body at my back, the voice in my ear. I could almost see myself in his arms, standing like a waxwork, so still and glassy-eyed. Mesmerized.

“I saw your face when you told me you’re smothered so tightly you can’t breathe,” he whispered. “You could be free…” He brushed his cheek against my temple. “No one around. You could be yourself.”

He rocked me, so softly I almost missed the shift of my weight from one side to the other. I no longer knew if I was holding myself up.

“I can give you sunsets on the ocean. I can show you space so endless you’ll lose yourself.”

My hair caught on his bristles.

“Have you ever run down a deserted beach, Angel?” His hand moved on my belly. “Have you ever swum naked in salt water?” His voice penetrated my head, my blood, sinking down somewhere even deeper.

“Imagine three weeks where anything you ask will be indulged. All your demands met. Ask me for something—ask me for anything.”

My eyes closed.

“Do you need someone to hear you?” His word curled into my ear so gently, I felt the heat of his body in his breath. “I’ll listen to you talk for days.”

He touched my chest, pressed his palm flat against me.

I twitched.

“You can tell me what it is you keep buried in here. What you’re holding on to so tightly that you can’t let go. You can give it all to me, Angel. Just hand it all over to me…”

Air flooded my lungs, and I lunged out of his grasp. My heart beat so fast, I could imagine coronary damage taking place. I turned and faced him, backing out of reach.

Had I let him read me so thoroughly? Had I laid out my weakness so well that he could drive himself into my head and fuck me there?

Because that’s what he was doing—he was fucking my mind. I knew it. He knew it.

It was working.

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After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.


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Posted by on April 18, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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5 responses to “INTERVIEW with Amber Bardan author of Didn’t I Warn You? ~ Giveaway

  1. lilallykitten

    April 18, 2016 at 5:43 am

    Loved the excerpt! This book sounds like such a fun, exciting, intriguing, enticing read! Also, I really like the book cover! Very alluring! Totally can’t wait to read this book!

     
  2. Lisa Filipe (@TastyBookTours)

    April 18, 2016 at 10:03 am

    Thank you so much for featuring Amber today!

     
  3. swbookworm

    April 18, 2016 at 1:05 pm

    I loved Amber’s response to “Desserts should…”! Yes, they should always happen and preferably involve chocolate. Amber Bardan is a new author to me. Thank you for the introduction, Christine!

     
  4. Joanne B

    April 18, 2016 at 3:39 pm

    Thanks for that great excerpt and informative interview. This book sounds fantastic. What kinds of books do you like to read when you’re not writing?

     
  5. Neena Christianson Martin

    April 24, 2016 at 2:17 am

    How old were you when you knew writing was what you wanted to do in the future.

     

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